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... sore , beating his yron wings ; And after him owles and night - ravens flew , The hatefull messengers of heavy things , Of death and dolor1 telling sad tidings ; Whiles sad Celeno , sitting on a clifte , A song of bale2 and bitter ...
... sore , beating his yron wings ; And after him owles and night - ravens flew , The hatefull messengers of heavy things , Of death and dolor1 telling sad tidings ; Whiles sad Celeno , sitting on a clifte , A song of bale2 and bitter ...
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... sore aghast.6 V. Beside his head there satt a faire young man , Of wondrous beauty and of freshest yeares , Whose tender bud to blossome new began , And florish faire above his equall peares : His snowy front , curled with golden heares ...
... sore aghast.6 V. Beside his head there satt a faire young man , Of wondrous beauty and of freshest yeares , Whose tender bud to blossome new began , And florish faire above his equall peares : His snowy front , curled with golden heares ...
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... sore affraid , and standing still a space Gaz'd after him , as fowle escapt by flight : At last , him , turning to his charge behight , With trembling hand his troubled pulse gan try ; Where finding life not yet dislodged quight , He ...
... sore affraid , and standing still a space Gaz'd after him , as fowle escapt by flight : At last , him , turning to his charge behight , With trembling hand his troubled pulse gan try ; Where finding life not yet dislodged quight , He ...
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... sore , That quite disparted all the linked frame , And pierced to the skin , but bit no more ; Yet made him twise to reele , that never moov'd afore . XLV . Whereat renfierst with wrath and sharp regret , He stroke so hugely with his ...
... sore , That quite disparted all the linked frame , And pierced to the skin , but bit no more ; Yet made him twise to reele , that never moov'd afore . XLV . Whereat renfierst with wrath and sharp regret , He stroke so hugely with his ...
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... sore , As that , which strong Affections1 doe apply Against the forte of Reason evermore , To bring the sowle into captivity ! Their force is fiercer through infirmity Of the fraile flesh , relenting to their rage ; And exercise most ...
... sore , As that , which strong Affections1 doe apply Against the forte of Reason evermore , To bring the sowle into captivity ! Their force is fiercer through infirmity Of the fraile flesh , relenting to their rage ; And exercise most ...
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armes batteill beast bold Bowre brest bright Britomart Britons brought canto carcas chaunge corage courser cruell Dame Damzell daunger deare death despight devize Dight dismayd doth dreadfull Earst Eftsoones emongst ensample eternall evermore FAERIE QUEENE Faery Faery Knight faire faire Ladies fayre feare fearefull feendes Florimell flowre Forthy fowle fownd gentle goodly Gorlois griefe groning grownd Guyon hand hart hath herselfe heven Hight himselfe Hippodames huge Knight Lady late light living Malbecco Mayd mighty mote nigh noble nought Paridell powre prayse Prince rowme ryde Satyrane sayd seemd shame shee shield sight Sith sonne soone sore soveraine speare Spenser spide spright Squyre stanza steed straunge sunne sweet thee thou traveill trew unto vaine Villein warlike weene weet whenas Whylome wicked wight wize wondrous wonne wound wyde XLVII XXXIII
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Página 153 - Eftsoones they heard a most melodious sound, Of all that mote delight a daintie eare, Such as attonce might not on living ground, Save in this Paradise, be heard elsewhere : Right hard it was for wight which did it heare, To read what manner musicke that mote bee ; For all that pleasing is to living eare Was there consorted in one harmonee ; Birdes, voices, instruments, windes, waters, all agree ; The joyous birdes, shrouded in chearefull shade, Their notes unto the voice attempred sweet ; Th...
Página 32 - And is there care in Heaven ? and is there love In heavenly spirits to these creatures base, That may compassion of their evils move ? There is...
Página 154 - And all that while, right over him she hong, With her false eyes fast fixed in his sight, As seeking medicine, whence she was stong, Or greedily depasturing delight : And oft inclining downe with kisses light, For feare of waking him, his lips bedewd, And through his humid eyes did sucke his spright, Quite molten into lust and pleasure lewd ; Wherewith she sighed soft, as if his case she rewd.
Página 26 - Their fruit were golden apples glistring bright, That goodly was their glory to behold, On earth like never grew, ne living wight Like ever saw, but they from hence were sold; For those, which Hercules with conquest bold Got from great Atlas daughters, hence began, And planted there, did bring forth fruit of gold; And those, with which th' Euboean young man wan Swift Atalanta, when through craft he her out ran.
Página 155 - That fairer seemes the lesse ye see her may ! Lo ! see soone after how more bold and free Her bared bosome she doth broad display ! Lo ! see soone after how she fades and falls away...
Página 153 - Right hard it was for wight which did it heare, To read what manner musicke that mote bee ; For all that pleasing is to living eare Was there consorted in one harmonee ; Birdes, voices, instruments, windes, waters, all agree ; The joyous birdes, shrouded in chearefull shade, Their notes unto the voice attempred sweet ; Th' Angelicall soft trembling voyces made To th...
Página 17 - Such as a lamp, whose life does fade away; Or as the moone, cloathed with clowdy night, Does shew to him that walkes in feare and sad affright.
Página 115 - As pale and wan as ashes was his looke; His body leane and meagre as a rake; And skin all withered like a dryed rooke; Thereto as cold and drery as a snake ; That seemd to tremble evermore and quake: All in a canvas thin he was bedight, And girded with a belt of twisted brake: Upon his head he wore an helmet light, Made of a dead mans skull, that seemd a ghastly sight: XXIII.
Página 291 - Daily they grow, and daily forth are sent Into the world, it to replenish more; Yet is the stocke not lessened nor spent, But still remaines in everlasting store, As it at first created was of yore...
Página 170 - All suddenly out of the thickest brush, Upon a milkwhite Palfrey all alone, A goodly Lady did foreby2 them rush, Whose face did seeme as cleare as Christall stone, And eke through feare as white as whales bone: Her garments all were wrought of beaten gold, And all her steed with tinsell trappings shone, Which fledd so fast, that nothing mote him hold, And scarse them leasure gave, her passing to behold.